Regrettably I'm going to have to be an irregular presence here for a while. My mother rang last night: the doctors believe my father has lung cancer.
My father is not a well man. He has always had heart problems (he had surgery to fix a hole when it was very new, half a century ago; he had a pacemaker fitter a year ago), and he reacts badly to anaesthetics. The combination of these factors means it's unlikely he could take chemo or an operation. The fact that he and mum live abroad doesn't help: he has also been steadily losing his memory, and increasingly he gets confused and distressed in hospitals because he needs someone to speak English to when he wakes.
I think this is the beginning of the end, and as someone who is close to the fringes of autism, I'm not sure what to expect. But I want him to make a good end (however that pans out), so I'll be away with my parents quite a bit: unfortunately that means no Internet access.
Please pray for me. Big hugs to you all,